Famine #66: Running for His Life
Hello readers and writers! I know, I know, I've been a bit MIA from the blog, but notes from my editor* have kept me busy. I've missed my (self-imposed) release deadline for Famine, but it's all good. The book needed work, and I'd've hated it if I'd pushed it out without taking the time to make it the best possible novel I can create. However I'm in a sharing mood this week ('cause sharing is caring, ya know), so here's eight new sentences from Famine for Weekend Writing Warriors and Snippet Sunday.
In this snippet (part of a flashback), we see eleven-year-old Bartholomew hiding in a gully from two of the Germanic invaders who've decimated his small village. (Note: Bartholomeus is his original, Gallo-Roman name.)
Frost dusted the brush and lichen around him. Silvery icicles fringed the tree branches, and an icy stream burbled between him and the rise. Could he make it across? Did he want to? A witch lived in those black woods.
There was a muttered curse, a saddle creaked then boots crunched in the snow, and one of the tribesmen growled, “I’ll gut you when I catch you, boy.”
Better the witch than the Germanii, Bartholomeus decided, and he lunged away from the tree.
“There he goes!”
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